An eerie chill whispered down Fletcher’s spine at the elf’s portentous words.
“I can’t tell you why the dragons abandoned the mortal races of Selaras to suffer at the Shadow’s hand, but I do know it went against their deepest nature,” she continued. “And while Necrovar has always maintained that the dragons caused the imbalance, I know who is truly to blame. If Lord Thorion stands against the Shadow, I will stand by his side.”
Fletcher felt himself sag with relief. “Thank you for believing in him,” he whispered.
Taeleia nodded as if it were all in a day’s work. She struck Fletcher as being one of the noblest creatures he’d met in Allentria, yet her head was bowed, and in her face there was hidden a deep sadness he thought he recognized.
“Why was your mother so upset to see you?” The qu
